Taking Control (L) ~ Ignite Story

The empty nest is on the horizon, and recently I’ve discovered an online sex survey that couples can take that will allow an easier discussion into my wife’s fantasies and mine.  “Taking Control” is the flip to our first fantasy story “Control,” this time putting me in the driver’s seat. Like in the previous installment I will be jumping in to add commentary.



Donnie was sort of proud that he’d held back.  It had been almost four months since she took her anger out on him in the bedroom, leading him upstairs, depriving him, restraining him and physically pushing him.  They made love and had sex a little differently for the first couple of months after she rode his face like a toy. They were lightly combative in bed. Each time she was assertive, Donnie would submit. The next time, he would try to lead, but he found himself giving into this new role most of the time.


I don’t really know, but I believe I’m a switch and would be just as happy being submissive as I am with being dominant.  If we ever do walk through the door where my role turns submissive, it could become my fall back, ESPECIALLY if my wife Mel enjoys dominating.  This story examines both that issue and my fantasy of her giving up control and trusting me to push her boundaries in some areas I believe she’d enjoy.

Tonight, Mel had lightly pushed Donnie while they were kissing, getting ready for bed and perhaps more.  Donnie sank to the bed, face down in just his boxers. “I’m yours,” he said.

“Really, Donnie?” she said in a disappointed and somewhat playful tone.  “You’re giving in that easily? Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy taking a little aggression out on you now and then while we fuck. But as you should see, I’m not angry tonight.”

He spun around, in a moment of clarity realizing that she was right. Maybe he’d been falling into this rut much as they had the routine sex of before.  “I could go eat peanut butter off the knife and reuse it to make you a sandwich,” he said playfully. He knew that was her ultimate pet peeve. They laughed and enjoyed a nice missionary position then slept.

Donnie awoke Saturday morning.  Mel still slept naked beside him as he pulled up the results of the online survey they took together a while back.  There they had found the shared desire for control reversal, as well as other small things that they had tried: toys and massages. But the main benefit had been that they did talk more about sex.  The survey worked such that it only shared the topics that slightly or greatly interested you BOTH. Donnie scrolled through her results again, looking for something she hadn’t marked as a definite no that may need his attention.

Mel rolled over, her eyes half open. She stretched like a cat, pushing the comforter off her and exposing her breasts just for a moment.  Then she cinched the covers back up over her and crossed his chest with her arm, her face in the pillow. “Whatcha looking at?”

Without looking away from the phone, he hesitated before making THE statement.  “Let’s take the survey again.”

I enjoy writing these because I never know where the story is going to go. They are truly an organic fantasy based around a loose premise.  I have no idea if my wife would hold back on her true sexual thoughts taking an online survey. But knowing her for over 25 years now, I would say she would show restraint in sharing her answer. OR she might simply not think she would enjoy something when after a little exploration, more sexual curiosity could emerge.  

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” was Mel’s initial response.  Donnie did as Donnie does and clammed up, almost getting angry about it. He thought it was a brilliant idea.  Then his mind flipped back to last night and her “disappointment” in his quick submission. A little more anger stirred.  Mel began to slide out of bed, but Donnie grabbed her thigh and quickly pulled her back to him. Their hips lined up, and his cock swelled quickly.

“I gotta pee!” she said, but Donnie’s grip didn’t let her out. Instead, he pushed forward as he moved her under him and entered her quickly from behind.  “Donnie!”

He didn’t hear. He let his ire fuel him and felt Mel’s struggle subside as he drove deep into her pussy.  Her first elevated moan of discomfort settled into a deep sigh followed by deep breaths. He pulled back and slammed into her, causing the bed to rock and her head to push to the wall.  Again and again, he used adrenaline and irritation to fuel his need to make her as uncomfortable as possible without actually hurting her.

“You Fucker!” she exclaimed cumming and almost peeing the bed at the same time.  “Ohhh, You FUCKER!”

He was close behind her, filling her up with force unexpected given that he had climaxed hard the night before.  He pulled out and bounced the head of his cock on her ass and threw the covers off of her as he walked naked past a half-dozen uncovered windows to his bathroom to shower.  Cum that had flung onto his thigh cooled in the open air raising a grin on his face as he tested the water.

Only twice in our 20+ years of marriage have I restrained my wife and felt she didn’t totally enjoy what was happening and tried to get free.  Both times I pushed her comfort level a little and then released her, not wanting to take it too far.

“Coffee?” Donnie offered when she returned from the shower. Mel looked at him with a combination of curiosity and annoyance. His phone was on the bed, not the end table where he had placed it before taking her earlier. When Donnie picked it up and opened it, the screen was on “His Survey.”  There she must have read all the answers that he submitted, not only the ones they both agreed on. It showed all of the things he was interested in trying.

“You’re messed up, Donnie,” she said with little emotion.  He was both worried and curious where this was going to go.  “No wonder you want me to retake it,” she said, pointing at the phone.  “What do you expect?”

What would happen if every kink and desire of mine would be laid out there for her to see?  I know she’s been exposed to a lot of them through emails from an online relationship, my only infidelity, which she discovered five years ago.  The prospect of them honestly put out there has me curious.

He looked up then to see her wet hair, body wrapped in a towel, fresh from a good night and morning together.  “I guess I expect conversation.”

She smiled and nodded, an apparent assent, and they went about a usual Saturday.

Discussion & Decision:

He tried to get some things done.  But in his head, Donnie ran through the things he listed as ‘for sure’ and ‘maybe’ on his survey. He wondered what to bring up, and when.  He was able to clean out some of the basement but definitely wasn’t as far along as he could have been. Mel was much more productive: she washed laundry, followed by yoga (in really hot yoga pants), and then did some cooking for a church dinner the next day.

“Let’s go out for dinner,” he settled on asking her as she cooked.  “You don’t need to start dinner when you finish with that stuff.”

She didn’t respond or stop working at first, just kept cutting vegetables.  Donnie knew not to interrupt. That’s never worked in all their years together.  She heard him but kept chopping.

“Okay,” he said sliding off the barstool at their island.  “Just let me know what you think when you’re finished.”

“Let’s go,” Mel said and grabbed the keys. “I’ll drive.”

Confused, Donnie followed her to the car, and they sped away. They traveled in silence about ten miles down county road 28.  A few times he glanced over at Mel, her gaze on the road. Her mouth sometimes pursed, sometimes fell slightly open, and a couple of times hung agape.  Not once did she look over or start a conversation.

Just then he noticed she’d changed into some jeans and nice bra/cami/sweater combo that showed off her chest and sleek torso.

He was about to compliment her when it was like she sensed it and blurted, “Masturbate for me.”

“What?!” Donnie said.

“Or how about we switch over and I masturbate for you?” Her gaze slid over to him and back to the road repeatedly.  “I mean… Donnie, what the hell with that list?”

He paused. “Do you still want me to masturbate?” he asked, gaining his composure. He let the silence sit until she did the unexpected.

A loud, from-the-stomach laugh rolled out of Mel and somehow cleansed the situation.

I like the premise of the online survey keeping our preferences hidden unless they were somewhat mutual. If my list were entirely on the table, it’s clear I envision some awkward exchange until one of two things happened – either we’d get divorced, or we’d slog through to some resolution.

They laughed together and had a normal conversation before arriving at the Grey Goose, a place in the middle of nowhere that specialized in burgers the size of steaks and steaks the size of roasts.  They hand-battered their mozzarella sticks and mixed a mean authentic margarita.

The usual analyzing of their friends or work talk continued through getting drinks and dinner ordered. But once a few sips of a good Patron margarita were downed, Mel jumped into a pause in the conversation.

“I think we should take the survey again,” she said, leaning toward him across the table.  “I fear that not much will change on my end and my answers may be biased now that I’ve seen your list.”

Donnie had carefully thought out how he was going to steer this conversation.  Too often he’d melted to either her hesitation or prior bad experiences. He’d known for years he was playing it too much on her terms, too easy, too reserved.  This time he was ready to respond.

“Why don’t you masturbate?” he asked boldly.  “You could be the only human on the planet that doesn’t masturbate.”

She stirred her drink, intently looking at him.  “I don’t like it, okay?”

“This is a good example of where you’ve been raised a certain way, and you’ve had things shut down for one reason or another,” Donnie said very respectfully.  “I want you to discover your body and how pleasurable married sex can be. Masturbating, alone or for your spouse, is okay.”

“I’ve masturbated,” Mel said.  “Just not a lot.”

“We don’t have a lot of oral sex, either way,” Donnie said.  “You know I’d go down on you for hours.”

“I like penetration,” she quickly answered, proudly as always.  “The other just tickles.”

“Tickling is good. And it might be a precursor to other feelings and pleasures,” he said convincingly.  “I mean, remember getting tickled until you almost peed your pants as a kid? Who knows? Maybe you’re holding back a sexual ocean.”

“Say what?” she said.

“Some women, when they climax, squirt,” he said. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure there was no one near enough to hear. “And it’s not pee.”

“Donnie!” she said, looking around in embarrassment.

“You’ve read the 50 Shades series,” he said.  “Any of that interesting? Worth at least considering?”

“That’s fantasy,” she said. “Fiction.”

Donnie had to be careful not to give up the fact that he’d done “research” on this topic.  “People do it, Mel. People do engage in BDSM. What you did to me was bordering on that.”

She shifted in her chair, her face blushing from the high alcohol content of her drink and the content of their conversation.  As she often did, Mel shut down and waited for Donnie’s to go on. She didn’t want to comment either way.

“How’s this?” Donnie slid to the chair beside Mel and leaned closer to her. He spoke softly with a whisper sexual in nature.  “I restrain you next time. You obey my commands.  You must trust that I know what you need.” 

He slid back across from her and held her eyes.  Once again, she nodded “yes.”

In real life, my wife had a serious boyfriend in high school who commanded her to perform oral sex in many different ways, at many different times, manipulating her and guilting her into things.  A few years into our marriage, as I was going at her from behind, she collapsed and broke down. She told me about it and that now she didn’t like feeling controlled. I’ve respected that for 20 years now.

His Control:

On the ride home from dinner, they talked about just normal things, including the younger guy at work that kept flirting with Mel.  She reached out and held Donnie’s hand a couple of times, a simple act of acceptance that somehow sparked an erection.

Once home, Donnie stepped into the role as the dominant. Very gradually, he began giving mild directives, like “hang your coat there,” and “have a seat.” He led her to the island in the kitchen and poured a glass of wine for her without asking if she wanted one.  Mel looked comfortable and present in what he was doing.

Sitting close beside her in the kitchen with his glass of wine in hand, he tangled his leg around hers. Then he leaned in and kissed her neck, then her lips.  Donnie then verbally drew up the terms of a “contract” without writing anything down, keeping it simple. He needed something to remind her of when things pushed her past her comfort level.

The Contract:

“I need you to do exactly what I ask you to do and let me do what I want to do to you,” Donnie said simply.  “You have to let go and allow yourself to experience and learn new things, which means you’ll be uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” Mel said.  “But what if I want it to stop?”

“If there is pain,” Donnie said,  “just say “Stop, Sir.” Both words.”

“Stop, Sir?” she questioned a little.  “Both words. Got it.”

“Listen to my commands.  I will repeat them if you are not performing them to my liking,” I said sternly but with a grin.  “I will discipline you with only two things. Withholding penetration and continuation of uncomfortable acts.”

“What if I want it to stop?” she pushed back again.

“Only if it’s painful and you say the two words,” he responded.

I’ve always been curious about BDSM and mainly just the control aspect.  I feel I can be dominant or submissive and even have been curious about experiencing some pain in discipline on the receiving end.  As a dominant, though, I prefer the idea of holding pleasure off and pushing the threshold on simple sexual acts.

He had Mel repeat the terms of the verbal “contract.” Then Donnie began to kiss her firmly, pushing her back a little. He aggressively folded her breasts and rubbed her thighs through her clothing.  But he disengaged mid-kiss and pulled back.

It Begins:

“Now you,” Donnie said.  “Play with yourself over your clothes.”

Mel gave him a look that asked, “Seriously?” She hesitated.  Donnie didn’t move and didn’t repeat himself, just stared at her.  Finally, she moved her hands up and over her breasts clumsily, flat-handed and more patting than anything sexy.  Donnie was patient. He placed his hands over hers and molded them to her curves. He pushed her fingers to find her nipples over her shirt and bra.  Then he released, and she continued on her own.

Her legs stirred a little and her eyes closed.

“Now under your shirt but over the bra,” He commanded quietly.

She sat up straighter and followed his command, this time opening her eyes and watching him as she slid her hands up her torso, to her breasts and pressed, cupped and fingered her nipples. Again her eyes closed.  The warmth between her legs began, and her instinct was to hop on Donnie and get to penetration as quickly as possible.

My wife in real life is quick to fuck and quick to orgasm.  There are pluses to this equation. Once I cum I’m like most men in that sleep is a good thing.  But it’s all but eliminated my enjoyment of long oral sex or other petting because once she starts warming up, she wants it quickly. I’d like to teach her to take it slow.

“Under the bra,” Donnie said, continuing to direct her play.

Mel did it willingly, quickly. She even gave soft sighs and moans as her nipples met her fingers and her breasts slid from beneath her bra.  Donnie commanded her to undo it and take off her shirt. She did, very seductively, until she realized the open kitchen window was to her left.  At that point, she covered up with her hands and slid off the stool so that she was out of the window’s line of sight.

“Mel,” he said in a stern voice.  “Go over to the window and face the neighbors’ house, arms at your sides.”

A scared look came over her.  “Stop, Sir.”

“It’s not painful,” Donnie said calmly.  “The longer you wait, the longer you have to stand there.”

Two women in their late twenties ran a daycare from their home next door.  Several times they’d hosted large parties. But there were few lights on and no one outside on this late January day, so little real risk.  Mel obeyed, standing still, arms down.

Donnie walked over and kissed her neck, slid his hands up to her breasts, and fondled them gently. He pressed his hips against hers from behind, pinning her to the counter where she couldn’t move.  Shadows in the neighbors’ windows danced, and Mel jumped a little, trying to hide, but his weight kept her pinned there. The shadows made their way to the next set of windows, and soon they were figures outside, moving to their car.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded. Mel relaxed as the happenings outside melted in the wetness and warmth between her legs. Donnie’s kisses also moistened her neck, cheek, and then lips. He turned the front of her body away from any stray eyes, yet allowed for them to see her naked back as they made out in the kitchen.  The car doors shut and the headlights flashed through the kitchen as they pulled away.

“Go to the bedroom now. Undress, lean back on three pillows, and play with yourself,” Donnie said after releasing her. “Close your eyes while you do.”


This time she turned quickly and went upstairs while Donnie sat at the island and waited.  He timed out five minutes before venturing upstairs. Quietly he made his way up, the steps creaking a little, and walked into the lit room.  He admired her body, a little tan from their Mexican vacation. She leaned back a bit with her legs splayed on the bed, her eyes closed. He’d always enjoyed watching her naked.

She had two fingers inside herself, moving them in and out, trying to get from them what she usually had from Donnie by now.  He watched her, gauging how much pleasure she was or was not getting. Donnie noted that her breathing had quickened.

“Focus on your clit,” he said and watched her fingers rub across the top. He let this go on a while to see what movements she would try.  She gasped once, and he said, “Just like that, side to side and just inside the top edge.”

Mel found a rhythm. Her response seemed much like when Donnie entered her at an upward angle, and his shaft slid over and pressed on her clit.  As she continued, her breathing and sighs increased.

He slowly undressed, watching her pleasure herself.  He piled his jeans, boxers, and shirt quietly and crawled on all fours between her legs.  She sensed him and stopped.

“Keep going,” he said and moved in to touch her pussy with his mouth.  She gasped and rubbed as his mouth went down on her.

Oral on Her:

I enjoy going down on my wife and do not get to do it much anymore.

She was hot and wet. Her flavors exploded in Donnie’s mouth as he covered her, lips on lips, even getting her finger for a second.  He pushed his tongue low to the bottom and penetrated with it first. Then pursing his lips and shoving them inside, he rubbed her fingers and clit with his nose.

She began to giggle.  “It tickles,” she said as he worked on her. Now taking over for her fingers, Donnie sucked on her clit.  She breathed “Stop,” but he knew this wasn’t painful. She squirmed and shifted her weight away from his relentless assault of tongue and face on her, but he held her in place.  Then her hands went to his head and hair. He half-expected her to try to push him away. Instead, Mel pulled him tighter, as if she wanted his face to enter her. She laughed and giggled more, but now in enjoyment and without squirming away.

Mel’s giggles turned to sighs; her laughter turned to moans.  Donnie sucked hard on her clit and moved one hand up to penetrate her with two fingers, in and out.  He removed his lips and added a third finger, gliding over her wet clit and as deep into her as he could go.  As Donnie pushed them in and out, Mel began what almost sounded like a yell of pleasure. But she backed it down to a grunt and gasp.  He got his fourth finger inside and pushed forward again. She yelled, “STOP, SIR!”

And he did.

She leaped up and tried to seize control, wanting Donnie’s cock to plunge inside her right then.  Her dominance of the past months kicked in, and she even offered up her backside to have him ride her from behind.  It was tempting. Donnie was incredibly hard, listening to the music coming from her lips, the pleasure her mouth offered him. Her sensual syllables invited him to dive deep into her.

Instead, he stopped and watched her present her ass. Her face exuded pure desire, her body pulsed from the last 20 minutes.  His very firm cock stood straight out and dangled some, bobbing with his pulse. Donnie moved closer, and Mel’s eyes widened. The head pressed against her right ass cheek. She slid over, and it pressed forward against the heat of her cunt.  She started to push backward, but his hands slid down to her thighs and stopped her. With one swift movement, he spun her to her back and straddled her stomach.

Tie me up with your tie, Ty

His cock was now pointing at her face, hovering over her breasts, his balls dangling above her stomach.  He reached over for the neckties he’d left on the nightstand, compiled from a week’s worth of work suits.  Then he moved up her body until it lay erect between her breasts.

She spread her arms out, expecting Donnie to tie them to the headboard in some way. But instead, he brought both together and pulled her forward, waggling his knees down her naked sides until he got her sitting up.

“Put them behind your back,” he commanded coldly, and she obeyed.  He moved behind her on his knees, his erect penis straining toward her.  Looping his necktie around her wrists, he then wrapped it around several times before tying the ends and pulling them tight.  “Lay on your back, your head near the edge.”

Mel moved around and laid down on her side, falling a bit. She struggled to slide her body without the use of her hands and arms.  Donnie waited and watched and even gestured for her slide further down the bed so that the back of her head was just on the edge of the mattress.

Oral on Him:

“Tilt your head back,” Donnie said and then hopped off the bed and stood at her crown, cock hovering just above her forehead.  He bent his knees a little, and the head of it approached her lips. Instinctively, she opened and let the velvety tip rest on her top lip before it slipped inside her mouth.  She tilted more, and Donnie pushed it in just a couple inches.

“Mmmmm, good girl,” he said pushing just a little further feeling how tense she was.  He had never pressured her to do much oral; it wasn’t her favorite due to past boyfriends. But he wanted to deny penetration and control her for a while.  “Now relax and hum a little.”

“Hum?” she said, letting his cock pop out of her mouth.  “I will tap your leg twice if this hurts.”

They had talked about deep throating once with friends, and Donnie and Mel had later discussed the “tips” Grace and Gary gave them. One included humming while the husband pushed as it helped with the gag reflex. So she knew exactly what Donnie was going for now.

Mel took him in again and tilted even more as Donnie did push forward as she expected.  His cock was not super long, but with her lack of positive experience, it was big enough to pose problems. She was a little more at ease knowing he knew what he was doing.  Then again, he wasn’t the one swallowing it.

He bobbed in about half his length, stopping the penetration several times when he met resistance.  Mel used her heels to pull pillows behind her ass, making it harder for his thrusts to move her across the mattress.  She actually wished she had her arms to guide him, holding his hips. But the danger of his control kept the heat between her legs brewing. She crossed them occasionally, trying for any stimulation.

Donnie began to pause at the depth of the stroke. Holding it there, he let his body weight lean in and push his cock head against the back of Mel’s throat.  She hummed as he pushed, trying to relax at the same time. Another inch pushed in and then another. It was uncomfortable, but she could breathe. She arched her back to try to hold her position but slid a little. Donnie pulled her back.

Mel wiggled her way back to where her head was over the edge of the bed. Donnie pushed forward again, this time with little restraint.  It caught her a little off guard, but her hum was just in time, and he was able to push balls deep, resting them on her chin.

Face Fuck:

Breathing was difficult for a moment until he pulled back and literally started fucking her face.

He leaned over, bracing his arms on each side of her body just above her elbows, and his hips took over.  The penetration and pull back became more rapid, less length and now less break between strokes. She thought about tapping him but realized her mistake. Her hands remained bound behind her.  She lost her concentration for a second and gagged some on the next couple of cock-drives into her face and throat. She panicked a little, her eyes bulging and she tried to speak.

“Stfpttt,” was all she got out a couple of times. With his eyes closed, Donnie drove into her, holding her body down with his elbows as he leaned into his thrusts.  She was about to kick over with her legs to get his attention when he stood back up and slowed down his pace. Donnie had noticed her breathing, gagging and attempt to talk and backed off.

“Trust me,” he said, still inside her mouth as he slowly pushed, and she now skillfully took him deeper.  She closed her eyes and focused on his rhythm. He cranked it up again, this time with purpose. She was so turned on by his dominance, by her ability to please him, and a now remembered fondness for the feeling of a cock in her mouth.  He was pushing her boundaries, but not breaking through them as he rocked her body. She felt the moisture from her cunt evaporating in the air as she spread her legs to brace against his thrusts.

Cum fun:

In an instant, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth and moaned loudly. She looked up for only a second to see him holding his cock, his legs surrounding her head.  She closed them again right as she felt the first of several warm spurts of fluid hit her body. They mainly hit her chest, one covering her right nipple and trailing off to her neck.

“Open your eyes,” Donnie said, and she obeyed as he lowered the moist tip to her mouth.  “Clean me.”

She took him in and sucked on the receding cock, with it wilting in her mouth with every passing moment.  She remembered this salty taste and pungent smell. The cum flowed a little to the low spots on her body and pooled there, soon cooling and congealing.

Almost all of this past passage we’ve never done nor discussed much.  We have had those discussions with friends. (Truthfully, I believe they were grooming us for a swap that never occurred).

‘Well, he got his,’ Mel thought as she continued to suck on his now flaccid cock, ingesting just a dab compared to the cum that now lay cold on her body.  Donnie pulled away from her and without explanation, headed downstairs. She had almost lost her excitement and arousal, but now she felt a curiosity that sparked those juices again.

Mel used her daily ab workouts to pull her torso upright and bounced around until she was sitting up against the headboard. Then she heard the microwave.

Nature’s Dildo

Donnie came upstairs and stopped in her bathroom. The clank of him rummaging through drawers went on for a bit until he soon sprung into the room with a bottle of coconut oil in one hand and a long cucumber in the other.

“Oh no, Donnie,” she said.  “Really?”

“Quiet!” he commanded, raising his voice.  “Close your eyes!”

Mel sighed, frustrated that a cock was nowhere in her future, but obeyed.  Donnie didn’t trust her to keep them that way, so he found a couple of their running headbands and put them over her eyes.  He took her by the ankles and jerked her to her back on the bed, sliding pillows under her ass. Then Donnie paused, confusing Mel a little. But soon a flow of coconut oil ran over her pussy which he worked around and inside with his fingers.  Next, she heard him applying it to the long, green, natural dildo, rubbing it in and reapplying. She began to get anxious for the penetration, any penetration.

She couldn’t see him, and her eager anticipation twitched and shook her body.  ‘What’s he waiting for?’ she thought and opened her legs wide. She could sense him down there as the bed shifted under his weight, but Mel startled when he straddled her again. This time his face pushed to her stomach where his cum ran, and she felt his tongue lap at the remnants of what didn’t dry up as it spread down her torso.

Donnie spent a lot of time gathering his seed and then kissed Mel hard on the lips. His cock started to rise where it pressed against her leg.  They shared his taste as he slid to one side, kissing, locking their tongues. She ached for something to push inside her cunt, to take her. His lips slid down to her breasts and got more cum, and they shared that mouthful, too.

She had almost forgotten what was coming when he quickly inserted the cucumber. Between her arousal and the oil, it slipped inside deep and long.

“OHHH.  MYYYYYY.  GODDDDD!” She exclaimed as Donnie inserted the long vegetable, then pulled it back and went in again even deeper.

We have played with cucumbers, but mainly to test if we liked anal.  I only inserted it a small way before we determined she didn’t enjoy the pressure.  She then tried it on me and was somewhat put off that I enjoyed the little time she did it.  We’re not going there in this story.

Donnie fucked her with the cucumber for several minutes before stopping and turning her on her side.  She was breathless, relaxed, as he undid the necktie and rolled her on her back. He put the cuke in her hand, not knowing how many times she came or if she had at all.

She works it:

“Orgasm with it,” Donnie said and slid off to the side.

Mel began to insert and pull back the veggie’s length, pushing it deeper than he had and moving her body around now that she had some freedom.  She stopped for a moment to place the pillows behind her and sit up some. With her legs spread, she gave Donnie a good view of her swollen lips as she reinserted and quickened the pace.

He took inventory of her gasps, moans, sighs, and all the noises that matched those he’d heard while inside her. Some of these seemed like heightened versions.  He watched her head kick back, her body squirm and twist around on the green shaft. Once she got a rhythm going, her voice raised. She let out a high pitched, loud moan and then she pulled it out slowly and slid back down on the bed.

Time to Fuck

She was still blindfolded and breathing hard when Donnie climbed on top of her. He spun her around onto her tummy and plunged his eager cock deep inside her.  Her face was buried in the pillows as she scrambled to get her elbows under her. Knowing she had hers now, he drove at her to get his again. Having cummed once, it wasn’t that quick.

“Fuck me harder,” she commanded, but Donnie didn’t care that she made the power play.  “Fill me!”

He drove into her, holding her hips then reaching around to massage her engorged clit as his cock found its mark. She began to feel excitement rise again as they bounced together.  Then he turned her around and threw her legs over his shoulders.

He assaulted her cunt repeatedly. Her face intense and eyes now uncovered and open, they both fucked angrily. Mel’s head kicked back as Donnie pushed in and held it there.  A rush blew into her from the depths of his body as she moaned with delight.

He continued to stroke in and out of her slowly as the stimulation of the evening fell from his penis slowly this time.  They looked deep into each other’s eyes, kissing, mouths pressing harder than ever.

He pulled out, and they fell together and slept.

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  1. Southernheat says:

    Really enjoyed listening to this story today! I’m thinking we should retake the mojo upgrade quiz. I think we put things we thought the other would say and not necessarily some things we might like to try.

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